There is only one word for this agency. Evil. When something or someone is 90% evil, and 10% good what do you consider them? In math terms, rounding up they are pure evil. If 90% of the time they pushed the old lady into the street in front of traffic, and 10% of the time help her cross. They are still evil. Especially if the old lady they helped threw them a $20 everytime.
DCS, CPS, whatever, are who I speak of. Department of Child Safety, Child Protective Services, I guess they have to change their name often because even hearing those 3 letters makes you want to punch a wall. I cringe hearing the abbreviation.
I will remain anonymous because I am in fear for me and my children from these lower than sludge lifeforms. Here is my story:
I will tell you that getting into the system and having a case opened most likely was warranted, donât get me wrong. I was young, addicted, and dumb. I was just released from a 4 month jail sentence....that time. It seemed I was in jail more than not. I tried doing well when I got out, getting a job, reuniting with my boyfriend, him getting a job. He was 17, me 20. Us bouncing from place to place, only scoring when our paychecks came in. Telling ourselves we were doing well. Then bam, iâm pregnant. I thought since I had just gotten over my severe bout of Anorexia, rarely had a period, and was on and off drugs I couldnât get pregnant. Smart. If it wasnât for jail, probably wouldnât have.
That day I made the decision to not touch any drug again. My new found âbaby daddyâ went with me. I was really proud of him for that, considering he had been homeless and on drugs for many years. We got a job together and started figuring out something we had never done before, our own home. We got a little studio. I ended up losing my job because I had Hyperemesis Gravidarium (thats another story), not knowing it then. I ended up in the hospital for IV fluids multiple times and was told to put Zofran suppositories up my butt. It was bad. So my days and nights consisted of vomiting, his nights, working. He really did a good job looking back. Sigh.
Long story, getting to where I fight Hades. My bad that would be a compliment. The pure evil i mean. I am sober the whole pregnancy, puking to the end, we upgrade apartments. I breastfeed for 3 months, then shit hits the fan. (God, i hate this part. Stupid. Stupid. Gahhh!) Ok, so we are back on meth. We lose apartment, he quits job. We are pieces of shit, i will say it. We move to his moms guest house, get kicked out. He gets arrested. He is on probation for something he took the blame for. Blah, blah. We end up rendezvousing at a shit motel. He takes the car to store with baby, gets pulled over leaving said âshit hotelâ. Probation is called, i hide drugs, they find drugs. I didnât consent and fight them, but he violates probation because of address. They arrest him. Then they make me call someone to get my baby. I go down the list of family from both sides, only one that can come is his cousin. She takes baby. I go back to jail. I am sober and cleaned up and go to collect my baby, she refuses. So here is where the evil comes in.
I was depressed starting using again, meth and heroin. DCS was full fledged involved. I had no idea what was happening. They said they wanted to adopt my baby out. Thatâs when I said, wait a second. This is serious. Something had to snap me back to reality. I was mad, this was my child!!! They didnât even give me a chance yet! They kept saying I abandoned her, because they didnât have my phone number. I called them back numerous times and left my phone number!! I called them BACK, so how did that make sense.
So I got into a methadone program. I got into counseling, 3 times a week, 2 hours. 2 hour bus ride there, 2 hours back. They want you to have a job and income, but they will do everything in their power to make sure you lose it.
